Shattered Mirror

March 5, 2008

By Michael B., pickerington, OH

My mirror was once a perfect mirror

The shattered glass shards reflect an image of hate Which has consumed my body on numerous accessions My mirror was once a perfect mirror My pain exceeds comprehension of any common person Each moment that I spend being incomplete I lose apart of myself My mirror was once a perfect mirror I so desperately seek for an answer to this problem I can tell that the answer will present it self in an mysterious form My mirror was once a perfect mirror Now it is tainted and unclean I wonder where I will find a way to clean up my mirror My mirror was once a perfect mirror Now it is cracked and scarred Seeping wit the pain of unknown proportion My mirror was once a perfect mirror Now its reflection is unclear and damp Damp wit the feeling of sorrow and thoughts of deception My mirror was once a perfect mirror Now it is confused and misunderstood Like a old person at a concert My mirror was once a perfect mirror Time has passed and my mirror has withered away like a leaf in the winter Having no air, no substance of life, no need to live Death is not the glue and sorrow is only the beginning of the fracture My mirror was once a perfect mirror Happy smiles and true confessions of love Times have changed and each feeling is dying Slowly becoming unimportant My mirror was once a perfect mirror And I ask myself what is the glue Is it a one-night stand with a female willing to give herself to my mirror? Or is it a long and complicated relationship with no physical ties My mirror was once a perfect mirror The most important and expensive mirror’s envied it Now it is looked down upon with pity and mass doubt My mirror was once a perfect mirror Its reflection stood for honor and morals Only to be broken down to a grimy shard That wouldn’t hesitate to stab a friend in the back My mirror was once a perfect mirror Life had much meaning to my mirror But now death seems to be a release My mirror was once a perfect mirror When will I find the missing pieces

Michael Bannerman

Perfect fit

I have gone against the code, broken a players rule I fell in love without notice, but I love being this fool I wonder what it is, about you that make me like you I wonder what you do that makes me want to bite you Your body is so nice your hair stays done You are so nice and sexy at an age so young Time is the start and us the end My life has problems I can’t mend, but you’re my only obligation I face you everyday and I peer into your eyes I soar in my thoughts of you, like a bird in the sky I like each curve, from your head to your toes I love each limb, from your nose to your belly rolls I know that didn’t sound the nicest, but it’s a true story I came from nothing, but with you I see glory You’re a prize that I’m willing to work for You have an aura around you, like the sun on a lakeshore A presence about yourself, as if it’s the first time I met you You have no idea of the things I would give up for you You inspire me in a way no one else does Giving me the strength to break down walls and open up doors Each path we travel, long or short You pay the till of my heart, in every sort I finish your sentences, you laugh at my jokes And even though we talk so much, my pride makes me choke You are a beauty among beast, I am happy I found you I’ve been with others but none like you Truth is only the first step to how I admit That to my broken mirror you are the perfect fit

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